by Lily C. Fen
light emerged on our way to Prachatice
clouds rolling down slopes of green
misty curtains
embracing shadows
dancing over a pond.
head home at noon
done for the day
ecstatic after two performances
the sun a generous haze of warmth
Grandmother’s summer, they call it.
drive past the telltale hills
of land-locked Czech Republic
home of my husband
gaze at verdant
and ochre trees
yellowing leaves
magnificent
as they bid farewell to summer
with pomp and drama.
corals, fiery shades of amber and burnt orange
roar at me
watch me
a sea of summer leaves give way to ferocious red
like the sunset in my soul.
I had never seen autumn with my own eyes until now.
golden glorious vermillion October
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